He's a Mr.Stoller." "Not the buggy man ?" "I believe he makes buggies." "Well, you do meet everybody here." The Iowan was silent for a moment, as if, hushed by the weighty thought.

"I wish my wife could have seen him.

I just want her to see the man that made our buggy.

I don't know what's keeping her, this morning," he added, apologetically.

"Look at that fellow, will you, tryin' to get away from those women!" A young officer was doing his best to take leave of two ladies, who seemed to be mother and daughter; they detained him by their united arts, and clung to him with caressing words and looks.